The words that were kept,
"Us, always" ...
There's nothing else left
to recall.
For months full of space,
a veil on the face
concealed t'was another
on call.
Two wheels and a half
for "safety" ...
Years spent evading
the fault.
Absorbing the shame,
enabling blame,
with never a spine
or qualm.
And when rupture came,
t'was blinding ...
A maze of excuses
and walls.
Unbeknownst to me,
you dug at my feet
while judgement was made
with cabal.
A cushion for crying
or pining ...
As the tears in my bed
know of all.
Each night that is wept,
I'm left but to guess:
was it e'er really "us"
at all?
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC
The words that were kept,
"Us, always" ...
There's nothing else left
to recall.
For months full of space,
a veil on the face
concealed t'was another
on call.
Two wheels and a half
for "safety" ...
Years spent evading
the fault.
Absorbing the shame,
enabling blame,
with never a spine
or qualm.
And when rupture came,
t'was blinding ...
A maze of excuses
and walls.
Unbeknownst to me,
you dug at my feet
while judgement was made
with cabal.
A cushion for crying
or pining ...
As the tears in my bed
know of all.
Each night that is wept,
I'm left but to guess:
was it e'er really "us"
at all?
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